She had her last words scrawled on the back of a magazine Tear-soaked and bloodstained, they read the horrors of the machine Killers of confidence sit on their thrones of desires Profits line their sights like blinders Shapes she could not fit into Dreams that never dared come true They found her upstairs latched to a bear with a knife in her clutch Tear-soaked and bloodstained, she'd ripped a page from the 'zine on the hutch Printouts of the near impossible to achieve Infecting the minds of all the young ones Shapes she could not fit into Dreams that never dared come true